something's bound to be profound here as i am drunk it's 2:21 am and tomorrow is my last day in Tucson, perhaps forever, but we all know that's not as possible as it may sound... i;m sure there will be a cold breeze somewhere that will push me hard enough to come back to this sunshine ridiculousness. the place of such a prickly social-scape that it has had me question my belief in love, my belief in goodwill, my belief in mysticism.

i have seen some of my favorite music of my life here now including locals the likes of devil's coachwhip, alison appel, and douglas fur and a pastime local a stick and a stone. other favorites have been the innocent/delightful ignorance of bramble and the timelessness of jim colby both passin through and the uncomfortably loud masterwork of that of shark pact...there's more. . .
i have been delighted by what i have had the privilege to be exposed to here in this spiny metropolis.
beyond and within live music of course including contra dancing, campus lectures and events, a weekly drum circle at Himmel park (sundays from 3-6), getting to know Wingspan. . .....

i guess the fact that i don't understand this fucked up place just might leave me curious enough to come back, or fucked up enough to never want to think of the place again.
...i don't understand if it just takes time or if the place steals away time. i wanna know if there are more queers of the bio-male persuasion (perhaps there is better terminology) whose main priority isn't the fucking mall and there's not just 3 of us. i wanna know if there is full potential political action happening beyond getting fucked up and dancing to oppressive pop music (not that i mind the groovetime). i wanna know why everyone i know doesn't show up to political calls to action...

...
i guess we'll have to see. of course free radio Chukshon was perhaps my favorite part of this chapter, so if i am around again, you bet your god damned asses you'll hear me on this fucked up struggling barely community supported marvelous jivin radio station.
the honesty hour is gone,, but something new will form. watch out on those air.interweb waves. somethin's comin;

the answers are always changing.

fuck it.

sincerely,
i loved you,
william.